open: females. plot: in source. he’s a fuckboy socialite/reality star, she’s a model or actress.
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. guenther goose had been waiting nearly three weeks to see her beautiful face in person -- all the face timing and late night phone calls in the world could not satisfy his need to be with her. his flight to new york couldn’t have come at a better time as he found himself avoiding paparazzi and fans bright and early outside his terminal. after a few texts messages and calls some mutuals goose managed to get her location. of course she’d be at the club. it was one a.m. where else would she and her friends be on a friday night?
after pulling up to the club goose had tipped his driver, not that he needed to do such a thing, he was a family driver on a salary, goose made his way inside. his bright smile must have given him away because no more than a minute into the club he was begin dragged towards VIP. “ well, well. look who it is. do my eyes deceive me or are you looking absolutely stunning in that outfit? ” he teased before pulling her in for a hug.
